“A Tree Service Comes to the Rescue when a cat adopted during COVID gets stuck in a tree with a thunderstorm on the way”
I have been looking for a tree to climb,
to see the storm, to be the first
to feel the rain on my face.
There is an instinct to ask the growth
of earth to protect me from its rage.
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“Surging Coronavirus Cases pushes Latin America to the Limit.”
We are so far away from each other,
–not far enough, even at 6 feet–
too far to help. No one
wants to see the tears of loved ones,
there are more coming.
The words we spoke aloud
about all that has been lost,
about what we are unable to find,
gone.
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“A Newspaper Delivery Man has made 500 grocery runs for seniors during the Coronavirus Pandemic.”
I am alone in my house.
Is there a guilt
for not doing more?
Is there a guilt
for my own fear?
Is there a guilt
for the kindness of others?
The spring has been especially windy here,
the nights loud with sirens.
Every shake of the trees in the open air
closes my mouth, like maybe I should know
what is happening, like maybe the leaves
will say something, like, there is no emergency,
that was a false siren, do not think the worst.
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“A nine-year-old and her friends raised over $40,000 for black owned businesses by selling homemade bracelets.”
Small fingers weaving
such a large sum of money
to help, understanding the weight
of each thread. The creativity
of a child, a simple bracelet,
what we do with what we have,
and all the time in the world
no time at all.
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“The river running through Zion National Park will be protected forever thanks to the Nature Conservancy.”
At least there is water.
At least we still have that.
Something sacred.
To quench our thirst.
The earth
alive,
even apart from us.
-Liza Wolff-Francis
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